There's an old tradition A game we all can play You start by getting liqueured up and sharpening your blade You take a shot of whiskey You take your knife and pray You spread out your fingers and this is what you say!
Oh, I have all my fingers The knife goes chop chop chop If I miss the spaces between My fingers will come off And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out But all the same I play this game cause that's what's it's all about!
No you can't use a pencil. You cannot use a pen The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb But all the same we play this cause it's so damn fun!
Oh! I have all my fingers The knife goes chop chop chop If I miss the spaces in between My finger will come off But all the same I play this game cause that's what's it's all about!
Oh! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! I'm picking up the speed And if I hit my finger Then my hand will start to bleed!
Compositor: Benjamin Stuart Steele (Rusty Cage) (BMI)Editor: Cd Baby BetaECAD verificado obra #15104598 em 28/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM